fandomtownies | Fandom Trooper Station, Saturday midday

It had been a long night following a long week and the fog still hadn't lifted. That was disappointing, but it was probably unrealistic to expect that things would be fixed just because Gaunt was in custody.

Jessica was making the whatever-eth pot of coffee since last night and hoping for some kind of news from somebody when a trooper ran out into the station. "Deputy Drew. He's gone."

Well, she didn't need coffee now. "Really gone or invisible?" she asked, rushing over to the cells to see a couple troopers making sure he wasn't hiding in a corner or shrunk or anything.

"Teleported," the trooper answered.

"Okay, you two are with me. Gear up, we're going to the store. You two, patrol and look for anything. Ralph, research what we can do to keep people from teleporting out of our damn jail," Jessica said. "Be ready to move out in three minutes!"

Of course, within those three minutes the fog suddenly lifted. "What does that mean?" one of the troopers asked.

"It means that I hate this guy so much. And other stuff, I'm sure," Jessica said.

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Where Jessica and the troopers are getting ready to move out wait maybe not.

Sam had suggested they tell everyone, immediately, and Eleanor had realized a few moments later that the people in the police station were probably the highest priority on that list. And so she'd teleported here directly from the Causeway, even before getting back to the clinic.

Don't mind the purple flash. She glanced around the room, getting oriented, before spotting Jessica.

"Hi," she said. "He's gone."

Wait, that wasn't very helpful.

"That man, Leland Gaunt. I mean, gone-gone. He left."

"I really hope you just mean 'he left the jail' because I knew that and am already dealing with it," Jessica said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "But I have a feeling that's not what you mean."

"No," Eleanor said. "He transformed into a bloody tentacled thing and rode a chariot off into the afternoon sky."

That sounded crazy. Like, even more so than the usual, for Fandom.

"We found something of his, over on the Causeway, and he was trying to get it back."

"Did you at least keep him from getting it?" Jessica asked, waving the troopers to stand down as she found a chair to flop into.

"Sam smashed it," Eleanor nodded. "He was acting all charming, like, all right, let's all be friends and part nice, and then, the giant screaming fit."

Her ears were still ringing from that. Very pleasant sound, Gaunt-thing.

And then, as her ears backed up, "... That man, I mean. Not Sam."

Just so she didn't mistakenly make Jessica think Sam Winchester had had some kind of toddler tantrum on the Causeway.

Honestly, Jessica wasn't even sure who Sam was. "Well, sounds like I wasted a night and a lot of coffee. At least Gaunt didn't get what he wanted. And if he wanted something besides that smashed thing, don't tell me. I don't want to know. I lost enough sleep last night."

"I haven't a bloody clue," Eleanor admitted. "He seems to do this a lot. Visit a town, destroy it, and leave again. Lovely gentleman."

"Would've been nice to stop that cycle," Jessica sighed. "Okay, well, I think I've run the station's overtime budget down enough. I'm officially off the clock. I'm going to go back to my hotel room, sleep, and only wake up to go to the bar later and drink. I think that officially makes me a seasoned cop."

"I'm going back to the clinic," Eleanor said. "Joker's still there, presumably insisting on more gelatin desserts. Though a nap and alcohol both sound lovely."

Still not familiar with ideas like "drinking age laws." Rapture was rather short on such things.

"Thanks for the update, Eleanor," Jessica said as she started to push herself up out of her chair. She actually had a couple things to do before turning off the lights, and she wasn't going to get them done in a chair. "I hope Joker's feeling better soon."

"Me, too," she agreed, giving a quick nod before heading back to the doors again. She might as well walk to the clinic; it wasn't urgent, the way it had been getting here. "And thank you."

It's empty! Shame on anyone who was watching. If you're still around, feel free to react to a sudden vanishing of the big bad.

Wrapping up loose ends. Seriously though, upgrade the jail, guys. You only have a prisoner every couple years, you have to learn how to keep them in there.

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